A/N: I don't own anything you recognize! What I do own is Amelia Andrews!
Never underestimate a Squirrel! (Words of wisdom) (I do not know why there
are little symbols in this! They just appeared that way! Most are
apostrophes, quotation marks, and maybe commas! Please excuse them from the
story)
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I was walking with Dumbledore silently with Hermione to his office. I was not very nervous in view of the fact that I had been there many times before (mischievous smile). I kept thinking to myself what frog legs would taste like. They couldn't be very good. They would be all slimy and amphibious.
ANYWHO!
When we got to the stone gargoyle blocking the entrance, Dumbledore said, "Butterbeer" and it hopped aside. We climbed onto the spiral staircase and it began to rise.
We got to the top twelve seconds later (I counted), and Dumbledore opened his office door and led us inside. Hermione seemed to be humming loudly. He conjured up two armchairs in front of his desk and Hermione sat in one and I sat in the other; Dumbledore sat in the chair behind his desk.
"Now that we are alone, let us speak of the matters of this potion." He smiled sweetly at Hermione and eyed me curiously under his half-moon spectacles. "Amelia, have you anything to say of this?"
"No sir," I said casually. Then I added, "But I think Hermione is suffering a bit of insanity." He raised an eyebrow. I smiled amiably.
"I think I am quite fine thank you!" Hermione said crossing her arms under her chest and sticking her nose in the air.
"Of course you do," Dumbledore said focusing all his attention on her now. "Now please, if you wouldn't mind, tell me the last think Amelia has said to you?" he was eyeing her under his glasses now.
"Tell you? Why should I tell you when I can sing it?" She stood up from her chair and walked to the center of the circular office. "Now listen closely!" She began to sing:
"I love to sing.
I love to dance.
But most of all,
I like to prance.
You'd never know this,
'Less I say,
'Get that that cow,
Out of my way!'
The day is hot.
The day is cold.
And everyday,
You're getting old.
So stomp you feet,
And shake your head.
This old girl's
Goin' to bed!"
When she finished her song, she gave a deep bow and sat back in her chair. Dumbledore and I clapped loudly. She had a big smile on her face.
"That was delightful, Hermione! You must sing more often." Dumbledore said pleasantly.
I heard a hum of "Wonderful!", "Brilliant!", and many other complimentary remarks from the portraits of the old Headmasters on the walls.
"Would you like me to sing another one?" Hermione asked excitedly.
"Well, as much as I like to hear people sing, we have other business to attend to, Miss Granger. Perhaps later." Dumbledore replied. Hermione didn't look happy at all. Her lips puffed out and she kept her head down.
"Now, Miss Andrews, please tell me what you have done to her." He looked at me curiously. His eyes did not twinkle any more.
"Well, it is just a simple po . . ." I started to say until Professor McGonagall burst in the office. From the look on her face, she was not expecting to find anyone in there except Dumbledore.
"Headmaster, one of the students has been suffering of the same effects as Severus! He has been wreaking havoc all over the school! You must come quickly before he does something unseen!" McGonagall said with a look of dread on her face. I smiled my mischievous smile. Dumbledore looked unsympathetically at me and raised an eyebrow. He, then, got up and followed McGonagall outside of the office.
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A/N: Well, that's about it for this chapter! I know it's a little shorter than the others but that will just keep you waiting longer! (Mischievous Grin!) Now, I would like to thank everyone that reviewed my story! So, THANK YOU:
HarryPotterAngel A.J.H Crookykanks HotDog-Jo PotterPrincess Blue Crow Lizzie Nicole And, Mandy06!
Now I would like to SPECIALLY thank the following for putting my story on their favorite list:
HarryPotterAngel HotDog-Jo And, Blue Crow
I would also like to thank my good friend Minerva for putting me on her Favorite Authors List.
Well, Later Days!
~annapooh~
P.S. "Never Underestimate a Squirrel!"
P.P.S. "Chances are, if your parents never had children, you won't either!"
P.P.P.S. (those are both originals)
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I was walking with Dumbledore silently with Hermione to his office. I was not very nervous in view of the fact that I had been there many times before (mischievous smile). I kept thinking to myself what frog legs would taste like. They couldn't be very good. They would be all slimy and amphibious.
ANYWHO!
When we got to the stone gargoyle blocking the entrance, Dumbledore said, "Butterbeer" and it hopped aside. We climbed onto the spiral staircase and it began to rise.
We got to the top twelve seconds later (I counted), and Dumbledore opened his office door and led us inside. Hermione seemed to be humming loudly. He conjured up two armchairs in front of his desk and Hermione sat in one and I sat in the other; Dumbledore sat in the chair behind his desk.
"Now that we are alone, let us speak of the matters of this potion." He smiled sweetly at Hermione and eyed me curiously under his half-moon spectacles. "Amelia, have you anything to say of this?"
"No sir," I said casually. Then I added, "But I think Hermione is suffering a bit of insanity." He raised an eyebrow. I smiled amiably.
"I think I am quite fine thank you!" Hermione said crossing her arms under her chest and sticking her nose in the air.
"Of course you do," Dumbledore said focusing all his attention on her now. "Now please, if you wouldn't mind, tell me the last think Amelia has said to you?" he was eyeing her under his glasses now.
"Tell you? Why should I tell you when I can sing it?" She stood up from her chair and walked to the center of the circular office. "Now listen closely!" She began to sing:
"I love to sing.
I love to dance.
But most of all,
I like to prance.
You'd never know this,
'Less I say,
'Get that that cow,
Out of my way!'
The day is hot.
The day is cold.
And everyday,
You're getting old.
So stomp you feet,
And shake your head.
This old girl's
Goin' to bed!"
When she finished her song, she gave a deep bow and sat back in her chair. Dumbledore and I clapped loudly. She had a big smile on her face.
"That was delightful, Hermione! You must sing more often." Dumbledore said pleasantly.
I heard a hum of "Wonderful!", "Brilliant!", and many other complimentary remarks from the portraits of the old Headmasters on the walls.
"Would you like me to sing another one?" Hermione asked excitedly.
"Well, as much as I like to hear people sing, we have other business to attend to, Miss Granger. Perhaps later." Dumbledore replied. Hermione didn't look happy at all. Her lips puffed out and she kept her head down.
"Now, Miss Andrews, please tell me what you have done to her." He looked at me curiously. His eyes did not twinkle any more.
"Well, it is just a simple po . . ." I started to say until Professor McGonagall burst in the office. From the look on her face, she was not expecting to find anyone in there except Dumbledore.
"Headmaster, one of the students has been suffering of the same effects as Severus! He has been wreaking havoc all over the school! You must come quickly before he does something unseen!" McGonagall said with a look of dread on her face. I smiled my mischievous smile. Dumbledore looked unsympathetically at me and raised an eyebrow. He, then, got up and followed McGonagall outside of the office.
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A/N: Well, that's about it for this chapter! I know it's a little shorter than the others but that will just keep you waiting longer! (Mischievous Grin!) Now, I would like to thank everyone that reviewed my story! So, THANK YOU:
HarryPotterAngel A.J.H Crookykanks HotDog-Jo PotterPrincess Blue Crow Lizzie Nicole And, Mandy06!
Now I would like to SPECIALLY thank the following for putting my story on their favorite list:
HarryPotterAngel HotDog-Jo And, Blue Crow
I would also like to thank my good friend Minerva for putting me on her Favorite Authors List.
Well, Later Days!
~annapooh~
P.S. "Never Underestimate a Squirrel!"
P.P.S. "Chances are, if your parents never had children, you won't either!"
P.P.P.S. (those are both originals)